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Black bean, pumpkin and coconut bowl- still getting evangelical about pulses

03:29 AM, March 20, 2012 |

A few months ago I saw a man on the treadmill at the gym eating a Kit Kat. I wasn’t sure if it was inspired, or insane.

Staying a sensible size when your days revolve around food is an interesting dilemma. It’s prompted posts like this from Niamh, and missives like this from Jay Rayner.

It’s something that’s a little relevant to me at the moment. There’s a lot of recipe testing going on as I come down to the crunchy end of finishing the book.

That’s making everything, three times, to make sure that it all works out. And while there are plenty of healthy things between its two covers there are …

The River Cafe- a brush with fame

01:43 AM, March 17, 2012 |

Eating out - London

There’s a brush with fame element involved in a visit to The River Cafe.

It’s there in the notorious chocolate nemesis (the downfall of many an aspirational home cook). It’s there in the block coloured books that line the entrance hall. It’s there in the spirit of the Jamie‘s, Hugh‘s, and Tobie‘s who payed their dues in the open kitchen and helped feed the wood burning fire that squats at the back of the kingfisher blue dining room.

Despite the fact that The River Cafe lives only 100 metres away from the flat where we crashed when we first arrived in London, it’s taken us this long to visit this ode …

Japanese braised pork belly- and some notes about comfort food

11:06 PM, March 14, 2012 |

feeding a crowd, In the kitchen, Japanese, pork

Japanese braised pork belly- and some notes about comfort food

This is a special pork dish. While I struggled to swallow that our wedding was four years ago, I’m also grappling with the fact that it’s been four years since I wrote this about one of our favourite Japanese restaurants in Sydney.

March 2008

When you get the wind knocked out of you, you turn to what you know. In the week that we scattered my mother-in-law’s ashes, we returned to Wasavie three times.

The Italians have a term for comfort eating- it translates to eating white; welcome to risotto bianca, mashed potato, gnocchi with cheese.

For us, the brief was things that tasted clean, which could be washed down with a cold, dry …